paused. “It would be easy to lie to you; but the truth is I think it detestable.”
“Oh, so do I!” she cried with a deep breath of relief.
He sprang up impatiently. “Well, then—it’s my turn to ask: what is it, in God’s name, that you think better?”
She hung her head and continued to clasp and unclasp her hands in her muff. The step drew nearer, and a guardian in a braided cap walked listlessly through the room like a ghost stalking through a necropolis. They fixed their eyes simultaneously on the case opposite them, and when the official figure had vanished down a vista of mummies and sarcophagi Archer spoke again.